How deep the bullet lies - Chapter 5
Title: How deep the bullet lies - Chapter 5
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 (They seem to curse a lot for some reason.)
Words: ~1580
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Quinn and Brittany have dinner at the beach house while Santana is gathering up her courage to face Brittany.
A/N: This chapter has not been beta-read. I apologise for any mistakes.
- Please comment.
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter3 chapter 4 chapter 6 Chapter 7
“Stargazer you call the shots and I take um,
Stargazer won’t ya kick with me”
- Mother Lovebone, "Stargazer"
‘Well well well..' Brittany thought to herself. This had been an interesting evening. Quinn was every bit as beautiful as Brittany had suspected she might be. On top of that she was cool, sophisticated and scary smart. They had always been the smart ones at school, Quinn and Santana. They always seemed to just know how to solve equations, their memories seemed to be able to hold endless quantities of more or less useful knowledge about presidents, authors, foreign countries and what not. And Quinn in particular could do magic with words. Brittany had always been a little jealous of their smarts but Santana always told her maths smarts didn’t matter unless you were doing maths. Instead she praised Brittany’s musicality and the way she was able to make her body move. Brittany was born a dancer.
It was inevitable that her thoughts strayed back to the events in high school. There were so many great memories and most of them involved Santana. Then there were the not so great memories involving Santana. She had never been in love like that before or after Santana. But then she had never been hurt that way again either. But she knew why Santana did it because she knew Santana. That was why it was easy for her to forgive her. Brittany had never been good at holding a grudge.
Sure it was really painful to take the taunting and all that crap and for a while it just got too much. Hence the pills. She wasn’t sure now, nor then, if she actually wanted to die but the pills seemed like a good idea at the time. She was glad she lived though. Good thing calcium supplements weren’t that dangerous after all. But Santana had seemed so small after Brittany got back from the hospital. It was almost like she was afraid of her. That was quite as unsettling as the taunts. Scarier in a way. Brittany had tried to tell her she was ok.
In her darkest hour when Santana said all those mean things, she did doubt herself but there was one thing she never believed for a moment and that was when Santana said she never loved her. She knew Santana loved her. That was why she was being so mean.
She had thought they could put all the crap behind them. They could be Brittany and Santana again. But it didn’t work. She couldn’t get Santana to talk to her, sleep with her or even just hang out together with others.
Then high school ended and most of them parted ways. Quinn and Santana went to Harvard. Quinn financed by the Fabray college trust and Santana on a scholarship. She went to New York to dance.
Now… Well now.. Time had changed them all and things were different. Even if she was a bit nervous to, she had to face Santana and set things right. For all the love that they shared, for the sake of their long friendship, they owed it to themselves to remove the alienation between them.
* * *
Santana looked out the window and grabbed the remote control. She nodded slightly to herself and turned the telly off. Brittany looked questioningly at her.
“Come, I have something to show you.”
Santana stood up from the couch and held her hand out to Brittany. They went upstairs but instead of going in to Santana’s room she steered them towards her dad’s office. Quietly they snuck in and Santana headed straight for the window. She opened it, climbed out and jumped down onto the garage roof. Brittany looked down and saw Santana grinning up at her.
“Come on”, she said.
Santana had dragged a thin mattress and a large blanket to the roof. There was also a small lantern and a thermos flask of hot chocolate.
Brittany gingerly climbed out the window.
They lay down on the mattress and Santana pulled the blanket over them. It was a perfectly clear autumn night and the stars shone brightly out of the sky.
“You know that home work assignment Mr. Parker gave us. We have to learn to identify at least five stellar constellations, right?”
Brittany nodded.
“Well, I thought I’d help you out with your homework.”
Santana put her arm out and Brittany put her head on Santana’s shoulder. Santana held her close and with her other hand she pointed towards the sky.
“Look up there. See those three stars in a row? That’s Orion’s belt.”
* * *
Quinn bustled around in the kitchen. Since it was a work night she had opted for something that cooked fast. Fresh pasta! She deftly folded the thin dough over a filling of spinach and ricotta cheese, cut the sides off and sealed the edges with a fork. Voilà! Ravioli. They looked like miniature cushions. Both Quinn and Santana took great pleasure in cooking. On nights off they often served up intricate dishes for each other. Quinn often visited the Mediterranean kitchens while Santana regularly went for the spicier cuisines of Asia.
Quinn worried about Santana being a no-show even though she had made it perfectly clear that morning that she expected Santana to be home for dinner.
“We’ll see”, was the non-committed response she got before Santana left the house. Santana had wavered back and forth since Thursday. There was no doubt in Quinn’s mind however, this meeting needed to happen.
Quinn had made a phone call to Hector earlier in the day. Her instructions were simple: If Santana showed up after work, serve her one drink and one drink only. Then cut her off, kick her out and make sure she got in a taxi headed for the beach. She assured him that failure to comply would have severe consequences. “Me entiendes?” He knew she was mostly joking about the last part but Quinn Fabray could be an intimidating lady.
It was nearing seven o’clock and Quinn had finished her preparations. However, there was still no sign of Dr. Lopez. Quinn stood out on the deck watching a couple of boys kicking a ball on the beach. What would she say to Brittany if Santana didn’t show up? A lame excuse about last minute surgery? Quinn knew Brittany would never believe her. If Santana stayed away they would both know she chickened out.
At ten past seven the doorbell rang. Quinn cursed Santana and went to open the door. There was Brittany. At that moment her mobile buzzed. Quinn greeted Brittany and excused herself as she glanced at the telephone display. “Eating at Hector’s. Considering coming home afterwards. Don’t kill Hector, not his fault.”
“I’m sorry, that was Santana. She’s been held up a bit in the city but she’ll be along later.” ‘or I’ll fucking strangle her!’ Quinn added in her head.
Brittany looked slightly disappointed but she was still looking forward to a pleasant evening with Quinn. And who knew, Santana might still show up.
Quinn offered Brittany a drink and showed her around. They ended up on the deck.
“What a fantastic location! You’re so lucky to have a view like this. Your whole home is so beautiful.”
“Thank you! We try.”
“The way you talk about you and her makes it sound like you’re an old married couple. It makes me a little jealous.” Brittany smiled and took a sip on her drink.
“I suppose you’re right. Sometimes I feel like we are an old married couple. We bicker, laugh and cry together but God help me if I ever married someone like Santana!” She caught herself. “I mean, she’s not my marrying type but I can of course see that she might be someone else’s… Oh dear.” Quinn gave up. There was no way to back out this one gracefully. She chuckled and so did Brittany in their quiet understanding.
“I can’t imagine life without her though but we don’t really think of this as a permanent arrangement.” She gestured towards the house. “I’d like to think I’m not going to stay single for the rest of my life and I really can’t see how any man could put up with living in this crazy household. Sorry, I’m rambling. I usually don’t but I will confess I’m a little bit nervous.”
“Not at all! I enjoyed your rambling. I like hearing about what the both of you are like these days. You’re not completely unlike what I imagined you would be like. I always knew you’d do well, of course. I’m sorry you and I lost contact. I guess you were so closely linked with Santana that it would have been awkward for all of us if we had stayed in touch.” Brittany finished her drink.
They went back inside and Quinn checked her pasta water. Gently she poured in the ravioli. “The trick is to not let them burst”, she said when she noticed Brittany watching her.
They talked animatedly through dinner. They discussed life, love, travels and old high school memories. The conversation flowed easily and they felt the comfortability that only appears when people share a common history. There were so many things that were silently understood.
As Quinn served up dessert she glanced at her watch. It was a half past nine.
“God damn it S!” she muttered.
At that moment Santana left Hector’s in a taxi.
* * *
Characters: Quinn, Santana, Brittany
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 (They seem to curse a lot for some reason.)
Words: ~1580
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Quinn and Brittany have dinner at the beach house while Santana is gathering up her courage to face Brittany.
A/N: This chapter has not been beta-read. I apologise for any mistakes.
- Please comment.
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter3 chapter 4 chapter 6 Chapter 7
“Stargazer you call the shots and I take um,
Stargazer won’t ya kick with me”
- Mother Lovebone, "Stargazer"
‘Well well well..' Brittany thought to herself. This had been an interesting evening. Quinn was every bit as beautiful as Brittany had suspected she might be. On top of that she was cool, sophisticated and scary smart. They had always been the smart ones at school, Quinn and Santana. They always seemed to just know how to solve equations, their memories seemed to be able to hold endless quantities of more or less useful knowledge about presidents, authors, foreign countries and what not. And Quinn in particular could do magic with words. Brittany had always been a little jealous of their smarts but Santana always told her maths smarts didn’t matter unless you were doing maths. Instead she praised Brittany’s musicality and the way she was able to make her body move. Brittany was born a dancer.
It was inevitable that her thoughts strayed back to the events in high school. There were so many great memories and most of them involved Santana. Then there were the not so great memories involving Santana. She had never been in love like that before or after Santana. But then she had never been hurt that way again either. But she knew why Santana did it because she knew Santana. That was why it was easy for her to forgive her. Brittany had never been good at holding a grudge.
Sure it was really painful to take the taunting and all that crap and for a while it just got too much. Hence the pills. She wasn’t sure now, nor then, if she actually wanted to die but the pills seemed like a good idea at the time. She was glad she lived though. Good thing calcium supplements weren’t that dangerous after all. But Santana had seemed so small after Brittany got back from the hospital. It was almost like she was afraid of her. That was quite as unsettling as the taunts. Scarier in a way. Brittany had tried to tell her she was ok.
In her darkest hour when Santana said all those mean things, she did doubt herself but there was one thing she never believed for a moment and that was when Santana said she never loved her. She knew Santana loved her. That was why she was being so mean.
She had thought they could put all the crap behind them. They could be Brittany and Santana again. But it didn’t work. She couldn’t get Santana to talk to her, sleep with her or even just hang out together with others.
Then high school ended and most of them parted ways. Quinn and Santana went to Harvard. Quinn financed by the Fabray college trust and Santana on a scholarship. She went to New York to dance.
Now… Well now.. Time had changed them all and things were different. Even if she was a bit nervous to, she had to face Santana and set things right. For all the love that they shared, for the sake of their long friendship, they owed it to themselves to remove the alienation between them.
* * *
Santana looked out the window and grabbed the remote control. She nodded slightly to herself and turned the telly off. Brittany looked questioningly at her.
“Come, I have something to show you.”
Santana stood up from the couch and held her hand out to Brittany. They went upstairs but instead of going in to Santana’s room she steered them towards her dad’s office. Quietly they snuck in and Santana headed straight for the window. She opened it, climbed out and jumped down onto the garage roof. Brittany looked down and saw Santana grinning up at her.
“Come on”, she said.
Santana had dragged a thin mattress and a large blanket to the roof. There was also a small lantern and a thermos flask of hot chocolate.
Brittany gingerly climbed out the window.
They lay down on the mattress and Santana pulled the blanket over them. It was a perfectly clear autumn night and the stars shone brightly out of the sky.
“You know that home work assignment Mr. Parker gave us. We have to learn to identify at least five stellar constellations, right?”
Brittany nodded.
“Well, I thought I’d help you out with your homework.”
Santana put her arm out and Brittany put her head on Santana’s shoulder. Santana held her close and with her other hand she pointed towards the sky.
“Look up there. See those three stars in a row? That’s Orion’s belt.”
* * *
Quinn bustled around in the kitchen. Since it was a work night she had opted for something that cooked fast. Fresh pasta! She deftly folded the thin dough over a filling of spinach and ricotta cheese, cut the sides off and sealed the edges with a fork. Voilà! Ravioli. They looked like miniature cushions. Both Quinn and Santana took great pleasure in cooking. On nights off they often served up intricate dishes for each other. Quinn often visited the Mediterranean kitchens while Santana regularly went for the spicier cuisines of Asia.
Quinn worried about Santana being a no-show even though she had made it perfectly clear that morning that she expected Santana to be home for dinner.
“We’ll see”, was the non-committed response she got before Santana left the house. Santana had wavered back and forth since Thursday. There was no doubt in Quinn’s mind however, this meeting needed to happen.
Quinn had made a phone call to Hector earlier in the day. Her instructions were simple: If Santana showed up after work, serve her one drink and one drink only. Then cut her off, kick her out and make sure she got in a taxi headed for the beach. She assured him that failure to comply would have severe consequences. “Me entiendes?” He knew she was mostly joking about the last part but Quinn Fabray could be an intimidating lady.
It was nearing seven o’clock and Quinn had finished her preparations. However, there was still no sign of Dr. Lopez. Quinn stood out on the deck watching a couple of boys kicking a ball on the beach. What would she say to Brittany if Santana didn’t show up? A lame excuse about last minute surgery? Quinn knew Brittany would never believe her. If Santana stayed away they would both know she chickened out.
At ten past seven the doorbell rang. Quinn cursed Santana and went to open the door. There was Brittany. At that moment her mobile buzzed. Quinn greeted Brittany and excused herself as she glanced at the telephone display. “Eating at Hector’s. Considering coming home afterwards. Don’t kill Hector, not his fault.”
“I’m sorry, that was Santana. She’s been held up a bit in the city but she’ll be along later.” ‘or I’ll fucking strangle her!’ Quinn added in her head.
Brittany looked slightly disappointed but she was still looking forward to a pleasant evening with Quinn. And who knew, Santana might still show up.
Quinn offered Brittany a drink and showed her around. They ended up on the deck.
“What a fantastic location! You’re so lucky to have a view like this. Your whole home is so beautiful.”
“Thank you! We try.”
“The way you talk about you and her makes it sound like you’re an old married couple. It makes me a little jealous.” Brittany smiled and took a sip on her drink.
“I suppose you’re right. Sometimes I feel like we are an old married couple. We bicker, laugh and cry together but God help me if I ever married someone like Santana!” She caught herself. “I mean, she’s not my marrying type but I can of course see that she might be someone else’s… Oh dear.” Quinn gave up. There was no way to back out this one gracefully. She chuckled and so did Brittany in their quiet understanding.
“I can’t imagine life without her though but we don’t really think of this as a permanent arrangement.” She gestured towards the house. “I’d like to think I’m not going to stay single for the rest of my life and I really can’t see how any man could put up with living in this crazy household. Sorry, I’m rambling. I usually don’t but I will confess I’m a little bit nervous.”
“Not at all! I enjoyed your rambling. I like hearing about what the both of you are like these days. You’re not completely unlike what I imagined you would be like. I always knew you’d do well, of course. I’m sorry you and I lost contact. I guess you were so closely linked with Santana that it would have been awkward for all of us if we had stayed in touch.” Brittany finished her drink.
They went back inside and Quinn checked her pasta water. Gently she poured in the ravioli. “The trick is to not let them burst”, she said when she noticed Brittany watching her.
They talked animatedly through dinner. They discussed life, love, travels and old high school memories. The conversation flowed easily and they felt the comfortability that only appears when people share a common history. There were so many things that were silently understood.
As Quinn served up dessert she glanced at her watch. It was a half past nine.
“God damn it S!” she muttered.
At that moment Santana left Hector’s in a taxi.
* * *